He Found Me. (Complete)

PART 16

HOOR POV:

I hesitantly stepped inside Sikander's house, my eyes scanning the simple yet welcoming surroundings. The quietness of the place brought a sense of calm, a stark contrast to the nervousness bubbling within me. As the door closed behind me, the reality sank in—I was alone in this house with men, a thought that sent shivers down my spine.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady my racing heart. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and my hands turned cold despite the warmth of the room. I repeated to myself, "I am not with any other men but my husband,"

Just as I started to regain my composure, I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind. My body got tensed but then I recognized Sikander's scent and the familiar feel of his embrace. He was humming softly, the vibrations soothing as he gently rocked my body.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to lean into his hug, feeling the tension slowly melting away. His warmth enveloped me, calming the storm of emotions raging inside. A few tears escaped my eyes, a mix of relief and vulnerability washing over me.

In that moment, I realized how much I relied on Sikander's presence to feel safe and grounded. Dispite my doubts and insecurities, his comforting hug was like a lifeline.

As Sikander continued to hold me close, I couldn't help but think, "I don't deserve him." I closed my eyes tightly, as reality slowly sink in. How could I forget that? How could I possibly for a moment think that I... I deserve him.

A gentle finger reached under my chin, lifting my face as tears streamed down my cheeks. My eyes remained closed, the touch both comforting and unsettling. A soft touch wiped away my tears, and as I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself gazing into Sikander's dark eyes.

"Don't cry, my angel," he spoke softly, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of my turmoil. "Don't cry over the past; it's gone. You can't change what has already happened, so don't waste your time thinking about it. Don't stress about the future; it hasn't arrived. So, move on, let go, and get over it. Live in the present and make it more beautiful."

His words pierced through my heart, a bittersweet reminder of the need to embrace the present despite the shadows of the past and the uncertainties of tomorrow. I bit my lip, trying to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. More tears fell, and I looked down in shame, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Wiping my tears, I gently pushed him away, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. "I am tired," I whispered, the weight of my emotions heavy on my shoulders.

As I looked at Sikander, expecting to see a reaction, his face remained emotionless. His eyes, usually so expressive, were blank, leaving me to wonder what thoughts were hidden behind that facade. He turned away and walked into another room, leaving me standing alone, grappling with my inner turmoil.

After a few moments of hesitation, I followed him into the room. The sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Sikander was showering. His scent lingered in the air, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos of my thoughts. I sat on the edge of his bed, feeling a mix of uncertainty and longing.

The bathroom door opened, and I forced myself to avoid looking at him directly. "Tomorrow morning, I have to leave for the next two weeks," his voice broke the silence, pulling me out of my reverie. I glanced at him briefly, noticing him busy packing his belongings. Questions lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I stayed silent, choosing not to pry into his plans.

I entered to the bathroom, and showered and changed my clothes. As I stepped out, my heart raced with nervousness, knowing Sikander was just outside. I opened the door slowly, revealing him lying on his side, peacefully asleep.